Song of Myself (Folhas de Relva #2) 
Walt Whitman’s poem, which would eventually become “Song of Myself,” had no title in the 1855, first edition of Leaves of Grass. In the 1856 edition, it was “A Poem of Walt Whitman, an American.” In 1860, the title changed to “Walt Whitman.” It wasn’t until 1871 that Whitman changed the title to “Song of Myself.” Along with the changes in title were changes made over the course of time to the poem itself.
Whitman’s “I” is a spectator, a commentator of what he sees, seeing them all, rich, poor, black, white, all religions, all races, all the good and the bad, revealing them all, and then moving on.
In the early part of this poem, Whitman shows the reader how the physical self, the “I,” encompasses the universe and also is interchangeable with the universe. How every element in nature is in us, and when we have no further use of our bodies they return to the earth to once again be a part of the universe. We are all part of this cycle, and therefore equal. Grass, the ultimate symbol of democracy.
There’s more, there’s so much more. But, for me, this time it was the predominant “take-away.” The commentary of the poem is broken down by section, with a Critical Commentary followed by an Afterword. These are both elucidating. The Commentary focusing on “translating” the section, and the Afterword occasionally sharing a life experience that sheds more light on the section.
My grandfather figures predominantly in my love of poetry, and more specifically in the love of Whitman’s poetry. As a child, I sat beside him as he wrote his own poems, line by line, asking this much younger version of me what words I thought he should use. Including me in the process. When he wasn’t writing, or we weren’t polishing the pews or some such thing, he was reading poetry to me. In this case, I remember a lot of it discovered under his loving eye as he broke this down, line by line, first asking, and then helping me discover what this poem was about. For him, the equality of all men was the paramount message. My grandfather was poor, growing up in rural West Virginia in a house his father had lovingly built with his own hands. His parents had lived on his grandfather’s farm when they were first married, but moved to “town” in 1902 when Salem College was being built nearby, they wanted a college education for themselves and their children.
I had started reading another book around the same time, Rick Bragg’s “All Over But the Shoutin,’” and then a day or so later, I began in small bits reading “The Fire This Time: A New Generation Speaks” by Jesmyn Ward. It made for an interesting combination, from the 1850s to now, words, ideas and ideals shared by Whitman. Bragg, echoing the same thoughts throughout his memoir. Ward, one of today’s authors, asking the same questions.
Whitman’s celebration of the self includes everyone, regardless of race, morality, identity, religion, sexual orientation, or social standing.
To paraphrase the last line of an old Peter, Paul & Mary / Pete Seeger song: When will we ever learn?
Pub Date: 15 October 2016
Many thanks to University of Iowa Press (The Iowa Whitman Series), NetGalley, and to Ed Folsom and Christopher Merrill.
There is no denying that this is a gorgeous book, each two-page monochrome spread lovingly and inventively drawn. You never know what the next page will bring. However, for someone brand new to Whitman, it just doesnt work as a way of reading Song of Myself. Words loop around the page, skirting the illustrations in unpredictable patterns, so that it is very difficult to follow the poems flow. I gave up after one-third because I didnt feel like I was actually reading Whitman. I need to get out my
I find the following very nice:"The bright sun I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place,The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands,They are not original with me."But what of this:"My face rubs to the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket."I'm reading "Leaves of Grass" in its entirety, but wanted to comment of this, perhaps Whitman's most famous work. So far, it's the best of "Grass",

Well that was an experience... Not entirely sure how I feel about this poem. On the one hand some parts confused the heck out of me, so many metaphors that i would comepletly forget what Whitman was talking about. However on the other hand when I did understand I was blown away by the complexity and depth of his story. This poem is about life, people, us. It is confusing and beautiful. It is a celebration of life. I enjoyed reading it, especially the last 25 pages. I will definitely be reading
You have found a thousand acres are too many? You have found the great land too?Wrought so much to learn to read?Felt proud to see fit the meaning of poems?It is this day and night with me and you will possess the origin of all poems,Dispossess the good of the earth and the sun, (there are millions of suns to find,)No longer possess it anything from second or third hand, nor will look through the eyes of the dead, or be fed thee Ghosts that is in the books,Nor will look through my eyes, neither
I'm reading Walt Whitman's collection of poems in his book Leaves of Grass but by far my favorite, and the poem i would want to share with the world is Song of Myself. The first time i read through the poem i had a hard time comprehending what or who Whitman was talking about. So i had to read it again, and again and even a 3rd and yes 5th time. The more i read his words the more i became aware of his understanding of himself. Not only in this poem does write scenery but Whitman spends six
Expansive, grand, vast, yet unpretentious and intimate.This is the American mind, I say.This is the poem of one man's life. Don't just dwell on the hippie bullshit (though it's the greatest hippieness ever hipped!) but there's serious metaphysics and political statements here, too.Welcoming and vibrant and dusky and sweet. He stops somewhere, waiting for you.Bloom says that Whitman (at least while tending to the sick and the dead soldiers of the Civil War) is the American Jesus, and I heartily
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Original Title: | Song of Myself |
ISBN: | 142092706X (ISBN13: 9781420927061) |
Edition Language: | English |
Series: | Folhas de Relva #2 |
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NOW AVAILABLE!Walt Whitman’s poem, which would eventually become “Song of Myself,” had no title in the 1855, first edition of Leaves of Grass. In the 1856 edition, it was “A Poem of Walt Whitman, an American.” In 1860, the title changed to “Walt Whitman.” It wasn’t until 1871 that Whitman changed the title to “Song of Myself.” Along with the changes in title were changes made over the course of time to the poem itself.
Whitman’s “I” is a spectator, a commentator of what he sees, seeing them all, rich, poor, black, white, all religions, all races, all the good and the bad, revealing them all, and then moving on.
In the early part of this poem, Whitman shows the reader how the physical self, the “I,” encompasses the universe and also is interchangeable with the universe. How every element in nature is in us, and when we have no further use of our bodies they return to the earth to once again be a part of the universe. We are all part of this cycle, and therefore equal. Grass, the ultimate symbol of democracy.
There’s more, there’s so much more. But, for me, this time it was the predominant “take-away.” The commentary of the poem is broken down by section, with a Critical Commentary followed by an Afterword. These are both elucidating. The Commentary focusing on “translating” the section, and the Afterword occasionally sharing a life experience that sheds more light on the section.
My grandfather figures predominantly in my love of poetry, and more specifically in the love of Whitman’s poetry. As a child, I sat beside him as he wrote his own poems, line by line, asking this much younger version of me what words I thought he should use. Including me in the process. When he wasn’t writing, or we weren’t polishing the pews or some such thing, he was reading poetry to me. In this case, I remember a lot of it discovered under his loving eye as he broke this down, line by line, first asking, and then helping me discover what this poem was about. For him, the equality of all men was the paramount message. My grandfather was poor, growing up in rural West Virginia in a house his father had lovingly built with his own hands. His parents had lived on his grandfather’s farm when they were first married, but moved to “town” in 1902 when Salem College was being built nearby, they wanted a college education for themselves and their children.
I had started reading another book around the same time, Rick Bragg’s “All Over But the Shoutin,’” and then a day or so later, I began in small bits reading “The Fire This Time: A New Generation Speaks” by Jesmyn Ward. It made for an interesting combination, from the 1850s to now, words, ideas and ideals shared by Whitman. Bragg, echoing the same thoughts throughout his memoir. Ward, one of today’s authors, asking the same questions.
Whitman’s celebration of the self includes everyone, regardless of race, morality, identity, religion, sexual orientation, or social standing.
To paraphrase the last line of an old Peter, Paul & Mary / Pete Seeger song: When will we ever learn?
Pub Date: 15 October 2016
Many thanks to University of Iowa Press (The Iowa Whitman Series), NetGalley, and to Ed Folsom and Christopher Merrill.
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Title | : | Song of Myself (Folhas de Relva #2) |
Author | : | Walt Whitman |
Book Format | : | Paperback |
Book Edition | : | First Edition |
Pages | : | Pages: 80 pages |
Published | : | January 1st 2006 by Digireads.com (first published 1856) |
Categories | : | Poetry. Classics |
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I read this a few months ago, but I just wanted to add this to comment on Goodreads's lack of poetry section. I know that poetry has to be published in a specific volume, but most people read poetry selectively, not in its entirety (This poem took me two days to read. God knows how long Leaves of Grass would have taken). And reviewing an entire volume of poetry seems absurd when there is so much substance in just one poem. Basically, I would just like to talk about one poem instead of an entireThere is no denying that this is a gorgeous book, each two-page monochrome spread lovingly and inventively drawn. You never know what the next page will bring. However, for someone brand new to Whitman, it just doesnt work as a way of reading Song of Myself. Words loop around the page, skirting the illustrations in unpredictable patterns, so that it is very difficult to follow the poems flow. I gave up after one-third because I didnt feel like I was actually reading Whitman. I need to get out my
I find the following very nice:"The bright sun I see and the dark suns I cannot see are in their place,The palpable is in its place and the impalpable is in its place.These are really the thoughts of all men in all ages and lands,They are not original with me."But what of this:"My face rubs to the hunter's face when he lies down alone in his blanket."I'm reading "Leaves of Grass" in its entirety, but wanted to comment of this, perhaps Whitman's most famous work. So far, it's the best of "Grass",

Well that was an experience... Not entirely sure how I feel about this poem. On the one hand some parts confused the heck out of me, so many metaphors that i would comepletly forget what Whitman was talking about. However on the other hand when I did understand I was blown away by the complexity and depth of his story. This poem is about life, people, us. It is confusing and beautiful. It is a celebration of life. I enjoyed reading it, especially the last 25 pages. I will definitely be reading
You have found a thousand acres are too many? You have found the great land too?Wrought so much to learn to read?Felt proud to see fit the meaning of poems?It is this day and night with me and you will possess the origin of all poems,Dispossess the good of the earth and the sun, (there are millions of suns to find,)No longer possess it anything from second or third hand, nor will look through the eyes of the dead, or be fed thee Ghosts that is in the books,Nor will look through my eyes, neither
I'm reading Walt Whitman's collection of poems in his book Leaves of Grass but by far my favorite, and the poem i would want to share with the world is Song of Myself. The first time i read through the poem i had a hard time comprehending what or who Whitman was talking about. So i had to read it again, and again and even a 3rd and yes 5th time. The more i read his words the more i became aware of his understanding of himself. Not only in this poem does write scenery but Whitman spends six
Expansive, grand, vast, yet unpretentious and intimate.This is the American mind, I say.This is the poem of one man's life. Don't just dwell on the hippie bullshit (though it's the greatest hippieness ever hipped!) but there's serious metaphysics and political statements here, too.Welcoming and vibrant and dusky and sweet. He stops somewhere, waiting for you.Bloom says that Whitman (at least while tending to the sick and the dead soldiers of the Civil War) is the American Jesus, and I heartily
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